Blake Griffin Imagines (Requests CLOSED)

Mad (for destany_molinar)

Hey, make sure you read the imagine I posted right before this incase you missed it.I double updated tonight so you might have skipped it by accident. Hope you like this one (:

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 Mad 

I waited at home for Blake to get back from his trip. The Clippers just played the Miami Heat and he had a long flight home. I offered to pick him up from the airport, but he told me he'd be fine. Once he got home, everything was great.

"I missed you." I say, while being wrapped in his arms. He dropped his backs in the process and kicked the door closed behind him.

"I missed you even more, Destany. You feeling okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm good. A lot better now that you're here. Your house is huge, you know- kinda scary to sleep in at night." I laugh.

"I know, baby. But you had Chaney as your guard dog." He says looking behind me and crouching to pet the light brown dog. "Hey, boy." He says while Chaney jumps onto him. "I missed you too."

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"Not really, I ate on the plane. I was thinking of taking a shower," He looks at me. "And then just relaxing. How does that sound?"

"Great." I say as we go upstairs.

Soon enough, we were back downstairs and on the couch. My head was in his lap while he flipped through channels, trying to find something to watch.

"How's your elbow?" I ask. He only recovered from the injury a few months ago and was still having some pain at times.

"It's fine."

"Did you like Miami?"

"It was okay."

"Alright." I say. "How's DJ? I haven't seen him in a while."

"So you care about DJ, now?" He says, defensively.

"We're friends  too Blake..."

"Just making sure." He says.

I just sigh and get up from the couch.

"Are you seriously mad at me?" He called out from the couch in the living room. I ignored him and walked straight into the kitchen to find something to eat. The last thing I wanted to do was confront him right now. I was pretty tired of his attitude and the way he brushed me off when he didn't want to talk. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the pantry to eat without having to cook first, so the next place to look was the fridge. I opened both doors and sighed, not seeing anything. I felt his huge hands wrap around my waist and his head rest on my shoulder. He must have been leaning down a lot, taken that he's a full 6 feet and 10 inches.

"Baby..." He whispers, kissing my cheek, "I'm sorry."

I ignore him and close the fridge doors, walking away right after. I didn't even look up at him when I did. Even though I love him, I can't just forgive him for being so rude that easily. I leaned against the counter and went on my phone to check instagram and such. I felt him come up behind me and press his back onto mine. "Talk to me." He said softly.

"No." I mumbled, Not even turning to face him. I continued to look at my phone.

"At least I broke the silent treatment." He laughs softly. He brushes my long brown curly hair over to the side and nibbles on my earlobe.

"Blake!" I laugh, being the ticklish person I am. He continues to do it until I turn around and place my hands on his chest. "You know I'm ticklish." I try not to smile.

"I knowwww, that's why I did that, Destany." He lifts me up by my waist and places me on the counter. "And it worked." He smiled.

"Stop that." I cross my arms and frown.

"Stop what, baby girl?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"You know what you're doing." I laugh in disbelief.

"Hm?" He places his hands on my thighs and moves them up and down.

I lean toward him and press my forehead against his. "Babe." I whisper. He presses his lips against mine and I smile into the kiss. He grabs my face with his left hand as he pulls my hips closer to him with his right, stepping into the space between my thighs. Sitting on the counter made this a lot easier, with our height difference.

"Still mad?" He asks, pulling away.

I shake my head and grab his face, kissing him again. He pulled me as close as possible and I ran my hands through his hair. How could I ever stay mad at him?